(A lot of words in my/"WAVists" mouth(s) there S. This is the sort of thing I like - http://www.llangollen2009.com/)

It's called Mumbai now, of course, but not when I was there...

Poem 21 of 230: BOMBAY PORTER

Awaiting a train in Bombay,
    I was shocked into dismay;
For a well-dressed man, built strongly,
    Was walking, his hands set free,
Ahead of a bony porter -
    Heavy case on head, no quarter.

Shortly later, I watched again
    As out from the rich-man's train
Came the scrawny struggling porter -
    His thin back now much tauter;
For he writhed as he stretched his loins -
    After a quick count of few coins.

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(C) David Franks 2003